enuresis

By Cid Corman 1924–2004 Cid Corman
Terror is not – Ed –
sitting in one’s piss.
I know – I’ve sat there –

I’ve slept there and did
most of my childhood.
That was warmth – in fact –

and comfort – in spite
of the unconcealed
unconcealable

smell. Terror? That was
and always will be
Mother cursing Dad

and there there I am
alone in that night
hearing that door slam.

Cid Corman, “Enuresis” from Nothing Doing. Copyright © 1999 by Cid Corman. Reprinted by permission of New Directions Publishing Corporation.

Source: Nothing Doing (New Directions Publishing Corporation, 1999)

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Poet Cid Corman 1924–2004

Subjects Living, Youth, Relationships, Home Life, Family & Ancestors, Social Commentaries

 Cid  Corman

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Alicia Ostriker viewed Cid Corman as "a poet's poet: a writer neither very profuse—all his books are 'slender' ones—nor very aggressive, but central. To read Corman is to become conscious of one's breathing, how slightly it separates us from things like stones. The pure language, in minimal lines like those of Williams or Creeley, makes one think of other arts in their purity: a clean tone of harpsichord music, or flute, or . . .

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SUBJECT Living, Youth, Relationships, Home Life, Family & Ancestors, Social Commentaries

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